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The artists rejoice at the divinity of the light, yet that is proved by the market that sells their pictures.Is it the truth or the Socratic irony?The awe inspiring divinity of the light rests on our choice to look at what is revealed to us, at the way we approach the gift of the life.The need to make a personal response is what unites us in spite of all differences of our environments and life situations. We nejoy the stars but it is impossible enter anywhere by following the more mature. Each one of us needs to knock at the heavenly door personally.I rejoice at jour couraged to be yourself and to talk that by addressing all the strangers as yourself.

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Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics die,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
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Dylan Thomas